The sun’s lowest arc

Drawn across the southern sky

On winter solstice

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The air clear and dry

Eighty eight degrees in my camp

Unseasonable heat

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It’s peaceful today

Birds find water easily

At faucet’s drip drip

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Dakota laid out

As I sit at my table

He’s near the kindling

I had a good nap

Just before eating my lunch

Nice breeze through the trees

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Tonight two planets

Will merge together as one

Saturn-Juniper

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The ancients marked such

With sojourns to caves or hills

And etchings in stone

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I had a sandwich

Roast beef cheese mustard mayo

Corn chips on the side

A flicker just perched

Atop the leaky hose bib

Twisting down to drink

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There’s no rain in sight

Just long shadows and bright light

This place is quiet 

ME